Fiction...

As she wandered home from the bar, she passed over a foaming river. Suddenly from nowhere a car screamed up the street, jumped the curb and came straight at her. Nowhere to run she stood her ground. The car ran parrallell to the guardrails of the bridge. At the last second she hops up onto the handrail of the bridge, swinging her legs up paralell to the railing. The car's side veiw mirror give her a painful blow upon the thigh.

Too busy trying to retain her grip on the slick railings, she had no time to get the licence plate as the car disappears in the distance...

 

Bleh.. i'm off my stride, and surprisingly I have no rants tonight.. save for the fact that soem really rude person smoked up upwind fromthe bar door.. and I had to go home early.. :( Bastards! I hate being allergic to Weed!